Remember kindergarten, day number four,
the day life first got out of hand
and taught you to know
the futility of all,
to forget,
and yet
up against a wall
your heart wouldn't let go
until your throat tasted like sand
and you couldn't hold on to his leg anymore?
the day life first got out of hand
and taught you to know
the futility of all,
to forget,
and yet
up against a wall
your heart wouldn't let go
until your throat tasted like sand
and you couldn't hold on to his leg anymore?
1 comment:
Loved it. I also think I have a feeling of which planet this poem is in.
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